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I’m Not Jealous!
Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: you’re definitely not jealous of how your boyfriend and his teammate are eye-fucking each other … nope
Note: thank you to the brilliant @struggling-with-drivers for this amazing idea, I love you so much ❤️
You can’t take your eyes off Lando and Oscar as they chat animatedly in the McLaren motorhome after qualifying. The way they lean towards each other, the spark of energy crackling between them, the bright gleam in their eyes — it makes your chest tighten with a strange jealousy.
They’re so wrapped up in their conversation, casually touching each other’s arms for emphasis, that they don’t even notice you approaching. You clear your throat pointedly.
“Oh, hey babe!” Lando glances up with a warm smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s still buzzing from the adrenaline of the session, and you know how much he lives for these intense post-qualifying debriefs with his teammate.
Oscar throws you an acknowledging nod but doesn’t break his intense eye contact with Lando. “We were just going over the data from ...”
You cut him off with an impatient wave of your hand. “I don’t care about the data. Can I talk to my boyfriend for two seconds?”
Lando blinks in surprise at your curt tone but recovers quickly with a teasing grin. “Someone’s feeling jealous.” He slides an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side with a gentle squeeze.
You stiffen, hating how easily he can read you sometimes. “I am not jealous.”
“Uh huh, sure.” Lando rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Then why are you pouting like a petulant child?”
“I’m not pouting!” You protest, very much aware that your lower lip has surged into an exaggerated protrusion. You shoot Oscar a venomous glare when he fails to stifle a snort of laughter.
Lando laughs too, that bright, infectious giggle that somehow simultaneously melts and irritates you. “Aww, baby, you don’t have to be jealous of Oscar. We both have girlfriends, remember? You’re my one and only.”
He kisses your cheek with an audible smacking sound, as if to emphasize his point. But the reassurance doesn’t land — if anything, it makes you more prickly.
“Doesn’t feel like it when you two are constantly eye-fucking each other,” you grumble petulantly.
Lando blinks, his smile faltering briefly into an almost comically exaggerated expression of surprise. Then he exchanges a loaded glance with Oscar, the two of them breaking into wide grins.
“What?” You demand, feeling your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment and irritation. Did you really just say that out loud?
“Nothing, nothing,” Lando says quickly, still grinning wolfishly. “It’s just … eye-fucking, huh? Is that what you think we’re doing?”
“Well it certainly looks like it!” You retort, frantically trying to backpedal. “With all the intense staring and lingering touches and private jokes ...”
Lando’s grin stretches even wider, if that’s possible. “You’re just jealous because you want my undivided attention, aren’t you?”
Your mouth drops open, scandalized by his blunt words despite how accurate they are. “I … no!”
The protest rings pathetically hollow, even to your own ears. Lando sees right through you, as always. He cups your burning cheek, tsking softly.
“Aww, baby, you’re all needy and flustered now, aren’t you?” His tone is warm, almost purred, sending a shiver rippling through you. “It’s okay, I get it. Who could resist wanting every second of my time?”
You huff out a petulant breath, but it’s impossible to stay irritated when he’s gazing at you with such open affection. “You’re an ass.”
“Maybe.” Lando shrugs cheerfully. “But I’m your ass.” He leans in until his lips are brushing your ear, voice dropping to a hushed murmur. “And tonight, I’ll be giving you every second of my undivided attention.”
A full-body shiver races through you at the heated promise in his tone. You’re abruptly, acutely aware of Oscar watching this whole exchange with a smirk.
“Get a room, you two,” he drawls, not even trying to hide his amusement.
Lando barks out a laugh, pulling back just enough to wink roguishly at you. “Don’t mind if we do.”
“Wait, here? Now?” You squeak out, suddenly flustered all over again as he takes your hand and starts tugging you toward the back of the motorhome.
“Why not?” Lando flashes you a cheeky grin over his shoulder. “I told you, baby — I’m all yours tonight. No more sharing me with anyone else. Just you and me.”
He pauses with his hand on the doorknob to the private room, giving you a slow once-over that makes your skin prickle with delicious heat.
“And I plan to give you my complete … undivided … attention.”
The husky emphasis he puts on those last few words sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You can’t resist stealing a quick glance over at Oscar, who has the decency to look away with a badly concealed smirk.
Then Lando is hauling you through the door and slamming it shut behind you, pressing you up against it as his mouth instantly finds yours in a searing kiss. You melt against him with a breathless moan, all thoughts of jealousy evaporating like mist as his hands roam hungrily over your body.
When you finally break for air, Lando’s eyes are dark with a blazing intensity usually reserved for the racetrack. He brushes a few stray strands of hair from your flushed face with uncharacteristic tenderness.
“You have nothing to be jealous of, you know,” he murmurs gruffly. “Oscar’s my teammate, my rival, almost like a brother to me … but you’re the love of my life. You’ll always come first.”
The raw sincerity in his words steals your breath. You can only nod mutely, suddenly blinking back stupid, overwhelming tears of relief and adoration.
Lando seems to understand. He just smiles that heart-melting smile and guides you toward the small sofa, settling you onto his lap and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrap snugly around you, holding you close, making you feel deliciously secure and wanted.
“I’m sorry I got jealous and petty,” you mumble, tentatively running your fingers through his sweat-damp curls. “I know how intense your connection with Oscar is on the track. I was just being stupid ...”
“No, no.” Lando cuts you off firmly, pulling back to meet your gaze. “Your feelings are never stupid, baby. If I made you feel like you had to compete for my attention, that’s on me.”
He punctuates his words with a soft, lingering kiss that deepens into something hungrier and needier when you clutch at the back of his neck, wanting him closer, closer ...
Some indeterminable time later, you reluctantly break apart, foreheads pressed together as you both pant for breath. Lando brushes his nose against yours, his eyes practically glowing with devotion.
“I really do love you, you know,” he murmurs, almost shyly. As if he hasn’t already made that abundantly clear a million times over. “More than anything. Or anyone.”
You hum contentedly, snuggling deeper into his embrace. You can feel the steadiness of his heartbeat, a reassuring counterpoint to the pleasant ache of desire still thrumming through your veins.
“I know. And I love you too.” You pause, tracing the line of his jaw tenderly. “Even when I’m being jealous and ridiculous.”
Lando throws his head back with a rich peal of laughter that warms you all the way to your toes.
“Good thing I love you even more when you’re being jealous and ridiculous, then,” he quips, sticking his tongue out impishly.
You swat at his shoulder with a scowl that quickly melts into a reluctant grin, unable to stay annoyed in the face of his boyish charm and unabashed affection.
You know, deep down, that you really don’t have anything to be jealous of — not with the way Lando holds you close and gazes at you like you’re the only person in the world. Still, it’s reassuring having the confirmation out in the open.
You snuggle deeper into his chest, basking in the comfortable silence and closeness. Lando’s fingers idly trace patterns across your back as you breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the sharp tang of adrenaline.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmurs eventually, breaking the peaceful quiet. There’s a rare vulnerability in his voice that makes your heart squeeze. “This life … the racing, the fame, the constant pressure … it would all be meaningless if I didn’t have you by my side.”
You tilt your head back to study his earnest expression, struck by the depth of emotion simmering in his warm multi-colored eyes. Impulsively, you reach up to cup his cheek, marveling at how easily he leans into your touch.
In these unguarded moments, it’s hard to reconcile this open, sensitive soul with the fierce, single-minded racer who commands a global spotlight. You feel extraordinarily privileged to be one of the few people who gets to see Lando like this — soft, devoted, his heart laid bare.
“You’ll never have to find out,” you whisper back fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere, Lando. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
His smile is blinding, making your breath catch. Then his lips are on yours again, kiss brimming with a potent mixture of gratitude, need, and sheer adoration that steals your breath.
When you finally break apart, twin smiles of pure contentment tug at both your mouths. Lando loops his arms loosely around your waist, hands splaying across the small of your back as he simply holds you close and takes a moment to drink you in.
You watch the play of emotions flit across his expressive features — affection, longing, bone-deep satisfaction at having you here, now, anchored in his embrace. A sense of peace and belonging washes over you, chasing away any lingering shadows of jealousy or doubt.
This is where you belong. This is your heart’s home, right here in Lando’s arms, sharing his joy and success and weathering the storms alongside him. A love like this — passionate yet grounded, all-consuming yet secure — is worth fighting for.
You may occasionally get prickly twinges of irrational jealousy. You may bicker and tease and test each other’s patience to its limits. But at the end of the day, you know there’s nowhere else either of you would rather be.
Lando seems to read your mind, his grin taking on a distinctly smug edge as his fingers trace deliciously distracting patterns along your spine.
“See?” He murmurs. “Eye-fucking the teammate is all well and good … but this?” He punctuates the words by pulling you flush against him, letting you feel the undeniable evidence of his arousal. “This is what I really want. What I’ll always want, baby.”
You can’t resist rolling your eyes at his signature cockiness, even as you melt against him with a soft hum of contentment. Typical Lando — somehow managing to be both charming and infuriatingly self-satisfied at the same time.
“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble, unable to keep the goofy smile off your face. “I get it, casanova. Now shut up and kiss me already.”
His answering laugh is pure sunshine, bright and carefree. Then he’s pulling you down into another heated kiss, effectively silencing any lingering self-doubt or jealousy.
This — the two of you, tangled up in each other with no barriers or secrets, just pure affection and insatiable desire — is what true love feels like. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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What about Nat taking you for the first time, being soft and careful but losing control for a bit and filling you up to the brim 🥴
sorry for the wait anon, i needed to get rid of my uni things, but here we go! it came out longer than i imagined, hope you enjoy either way!
warnings: sex scenes, dom/sub dynamic, g!p nat, daddy!nat, p in v, gxg, breeding, blowjob, fingering, orgasm, age gap, dirty talks.
daddy! nat was a completely a soft bear during your first time. you weren’t nothing but an inexperienced little virgin thing and natasha was this older woman who clearly had lots of sex in the past.
she took so much care of everything. the bed had towels for the eventuality of blood loss, bottles of water were lined up on the bedside table, the room was in the right temperature, a hand towel ready to wipe you off and she already set items ready for the aftercare. everything was under her control and ready to assure every of your comfort.
wet, needy and ready you were on her big bed being eaten and stretched out for the first time, at every whimper of discomfort natasha would softly hush you and press a kiss on your thighs. she was slow, lovely, giving you time to process and let her taste you in the most delicate ways.
natasha could’ve swear she would have been happy to die between your milky thighs with her mouth and fingers deep inside you, the sweet taste of your juices tempting and the most sinful sounds rolling off your tongue were driving the older woman drunk and lustful.
she was there with you, living the moment, living the passion, living the love flowing between you. starting to memorise your body that eventually became her favourite place to be, to mark, to own.
her knee sunk into the bed and while you were worshipping her plump breasts, she was jerking herself off with grunts and moans. your pussy was soaked thanks to the two orgasms she already gave you.
she shifted both of you on the bed, her back propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed. fully naked, skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. her breath came in shallow gasps as natasha watched you, who was positioned between her legs.
natasha’s cock was standing erect and ready as you leaned closer, breath hot against the warm flesh. you kissed the tip hesitating, lips soft and teasing. your daddy eyes fluttered closed momentarily, a low groan escaping her lips.
“oh, bunny,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
your tongue darted out, feeling bolder to giving the tip a series of playful kitty licks looking up at the redhead for guidance which was immediately given as big veiny hands found their way into your curls, gently tugging to guiding your movements.
“look at me, baby girl,” natasha commanded, her voice firm yet tender. you obeyed, gaze locking with her and slowly taking the cock in your mouth starting with just the tip, tongue swirling around it before starting to take more, inch by inch like a drug.
the woman’s hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to thrust deeper into your wet and welcoming mouth, hands tightened in your hairs, trying to maintain control. “take it all, bunny. I want you to take every inch.”
your eyes filled eventually with tears as the cock reached the back of the throat, but you didn’t pull away because you wanted to make your daddy proud, so you relished the sensation of pleasing her, the power and submission blending into a heady mix that made your own body tingle with arousal. bobbing head, cheeks hollowing as you sucked, tongue working the length of the massive venous cock.
natasha’s breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate. “fuck–you’re amazing, baby girl. just like that.” her fingers twisted in your hairs holding you in place firmly.
you could feel the twitching of the prick as the heavy balls of the woman prepared to release its contents, you redoubled efforts, mouth moving faster, eyes never leaving natasha’s. the connection between you was electric, the intensity almost overwhelming.
“daddy needs you to swallow, bunny,” natasha growled, her hips trembling with the effort to stay still, she was so close and only god knows how she wanted to pin you down and fuck your mouth with mercy. “can you do that for me?”
you nodded as best you could, eyes filled with determination and devotion. with one final, deep thrust, natasha released her load, filling your mouth with the warm, sticky cum. you gagged slightly but quickly composed yourself, swallowing every drop as your daddy had commanded.
the redhead whole body shuddered with pleasure as she watched you. “that’s my good girl. you took it so well, baby.” pulling you up for a kiss, your mouths meeting in a passionate, messy collision. the taste of the cum was still on your lips, and natasha licked it off, savoring the flavor.
"you're so beautiful, baby," natasha murmured against your lips. she kissed her way down to your body again and her thumb found your clit, teasing your folds. you moaned softly, body arching towards the woman.
natasha made sure you was wet enough, she was so worried to hurt you like you were made of glass. patting the tip of her cock against her pussy and brushing the tip gently over her entrance, she breathed softly "are you ready, my little one?.”
you nodded with eyes filled with trust and need. "yes, daddy. please."
the redhead positioned herself and slowly pushed the tip inside you, inch by inch, ensuring you didn't feel too much pain, her lips found yours in a slow, sweet kiss, muffling your mutual groans of pleasure and then finally she bottomed fully inside you.
"you're doing so well, princess," she praised, her voice tender and head resting on your neck, you were so warm and tight and natasha was already on the brick of blowing. she kissed you softly while you gripped at her back with nails digging in slightly.
natasha, once sure the pain went away, began to thrust gently, setting a slow and intimate pace. each movement was filled with love and adoration, her hips moving rhythmically against yours. "you feel so good, bunny. so perfect.”
you whimpered, body trembling with pleasure and need for more. "daddy! oh–more, more. please!”
natasha increased her pace gradually, her thrusts becoming more intense. "fuck–baby, i need to cum inside of you. i need to fill you up, sweet girl. daddy needs to claim you." she continued to move, her body pressed intimately against yours until she felt the climax building.
with a final thrust, the redhead released the cum inside your warm pussy, humping softly to ensure it stayed within you. "take it all, princess. you're so good for me," natasha praised, her voice full of pride and affection.
foreheads touching, breath ragged and sweet smiles painted your lips and bodies locked close, natasha caressed your hair, kissed you gently, and whispered sweet nothings. "you're my everything, bunny. you did so well," her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.
she kissed you deeply again and again. your connection building stronger than ever, as you held each other close, the world outside fading away in the warmth of your shared love.
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can you do something for Kate where reader is a nerd and acedemic weapon???? like she’s always locked in and she’s also the manager for the team so kate is infatuated by how perfect reader is and doesn’t think that reader is gay because reader is really girly??
DON'T MENTION IT - KATE MARTIN
The soft hum of the overhead lights in the basketball gym was the only sound breaking the silence as Y/N worked at her laptop. The team had just wrapped up practice, and the players were trickling out, their laughter and chatter slowly fading into the background. Y/N, the team manager, was focused on updating the team’s stats and schedules. Papers were scattered around her as she continued typing away.
Kate had always admired Y/N. She was the perfect combination of brains and beauty – she maintained impeccable grades while efficiently managing the team’s needs. Despite her bright, bubbly demeanor and her obsession with in pastel sweaters and floral skirts – Kate had never thought that Y/N might like girls. It seemed too good to be true.
Earlier that day, during practice, Kate had noticed Y/N looking more stressed than usual. She was usually so composed, but today, her movements were hurried as she did 20 things at the same time. Caitlin had noticed too.
"Is she okay?" Kate murmured to Caitlin, her eyes fixed on Y/N, who was frantically flipping through her notes.
Caitlin smirked, nudging Kate with her elbow. "Someone’s got it bad, huh?"
Kate blushed, rolling her eyes. "I'm serious, Caitlin. She looks really stressed out."
"Yeah, I noticed," Caitlin admitted, her tone softening. "But it’s cute how worried you are. You should just talk to her, you know."
Kate sighed, watching as Y/N ran a hand through her hair in frustration. "I know. I just don't want to make things worse."
"Trust me," Caitlin said, giving Kate a reassuring pat on the back. "You won’t. She could probably use a friend right now. And maybe more than that."
As the last of her teammates left, Kate lingered by the door, pretending to check her phone. She glanced up to see Y/N still engrossed in her work, her shoulders hunched with tension. Something in her posture seemed off, she usually seemed so confidence and sure of herself.
Concerned, Kate approached quietly. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay?"
Startled, Y/N looked up, her eyes wide. "Oh, Kate! I didn't realize anyone was still here. Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit overwhelmed with all this work."
Kate moved closer, noting the tear tracks on Y/N's cheeks. "It doesn't look like just a bit. Do you want to talk about it?"
Y/N's façade crumbled, and she buried her face in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed. I should be able to handle this, but it's too much sometimes."
Without hesitation, Kate sat down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her back. "Hey, it's okay. You do so much for us and keep everything running smoothly. It's okay to feel overwhelmed."
Y/N looked up, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I just don't want to let anyone down. I feel like I have to be perfect all the time."
Kate's heart ached for her. "You don't have to be perfect, Y/N. You're already amazing. We all appreciate everything you do. You’re allowed to have a moment."
Y/N sniffled and managed a small smile. "Thanks, Kate. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
Kate's hand moved from Y/N's back to gently cup her cheek. "We don't know what we'd do without you either." Her voice softened, and she added, almost hesitantly, "You know, you're incredible, Y/N. More than you realize."
There was a charged silence between them as Y/N processed Kate's words. Slowly, she leaned into Kate's touch, her eyes searching the taller girl's face. "Really?"
"Really," Kate whispered, her breath hitching as she leaned in closer. Their lips met in a soft kiss, both of them melting into the moment, all of Y\N's stress and worries disappearing in a second.
When they finally pulled apart, Y/N's cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling genuinely for the first time that evening. "Thank you, Kate. For everything."
Kate grinned, leaning down to kiss the girl again "don't mention it"
A\N : I tried my best I hope you guys like it!
#kate martin x reader#kate martin#wnba#kate martin fluff#this is my first time writing for Kate pls be nice
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🗒️ · reader x Jeonghan , fluff
You always loved doing things for the people that you loved, making them small diy gifts, getting them flowers and much more.
One thing that you always did was taking pictures of everyone, but it turned out that being the ‘photographer’ friend wasn’t always easy.
Yes, you loved taking photos, telling your friends how to pose as you hyped them up. They were thankful, since you were now responsible for their instagram pretty posts.
But after some time, you were sad that no one took photos of you.
Even the candid photos you took of your friends, every time y’all went out, were truly amazing.
You didn’t want to ask for candid photos, considering that a candid photo is something that you shouldn’t be aware of being taken.
Because for you, taking photos of someone was a bare minimum.
And you didn’t understand, why none of your friends took out their phone, and did cute picture of you.
Maybe that’s why you felt slightly disappointed or even sad, if you mentioned or asked for one yourself. Not because you thought they’d be mad, but you thought they’d maybe know what you want.
You saw it as just opening the camera app and clicking the button at least once or twice. But maybe you only thought of it like that.
And that thought was swept away the second Yoon Jeonghan entered your life.
“Look! There’s a cat!” You exclaimed, happily, as you walked towards the pretty white feline.
Observing the cat, you crouched down and held out your hand. When the cat came closer, you made sure to look out for a collar, so you knew it wasn’t a stray.
“So trusting,” You smiled, petting the cat gently after it accepted you. “I am already a favorite.” You turned around to look at Jeonghan as you spoke.
Only to see that he had his phone out. At first you thought he was ignoring you, so without noticing, your face turned into a small frown.
“Ah- What’s the frown for, baby?” Your boyfriend asked you, your facial expression immediately turning into a small confused one.
As Jeonghan observed the change in your expression, he just smugly smiled at you.
“Oh, I’m just recording you, see.” He said, and as he turned his phone towards you, his back camera was pointed at him.
You couldn’t help, but let out a slightly louder giggle. “I trust you, since you’re recording with your back camera, and your face is in a funny angle.”
Jeonghan quickly realized and turned the camera back on you. “Well I think that was payback for me, because of me taking that one picture of you this morning.”
Making you shake your head, Jeonghan just snickered at you. He meant the picture he made of you, the second you got into the bathroom that the both of you shared.
You looked completely disheveled, your hair forgot to keep itself in the bun you made the night before and your face looked all squishy. Your boyfriend couldn’t resist that, so he had to take a picture when you didn’t look.
“Come on, we’ll get coffee, since we’re already walking through the park.” He said, making you nod and petting the cat goodbye.
Hurrying over to your boyfriend, who teased you by slowly continuing to walk, you snaked your arm through the hole which was created by him putting his hands in his pockets.
“Thank you for taking so many pictures of me, even if they sometimes look.. a bit special.” You laughed, your sweet and loving laugh putting a smile on your lover’s face too.
“That’s nothing you should ask for, it’s funny and I enjoy doing it more than you think.” He spoke.
“Well just so you know, I also have many pictures of you. Some make me think, wow what a precious handsome man. And some appear in my dreams, my nightmares to be exact.”
Your boyfriend shot a glare at you, making you laugh slightly harder, before he pinched your side gently.
“You’re lucky I love you, and am letting you get away with this. But revenge will come.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead after he intertwined his hand with yours and put it into his pocket.
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In my active era😝 (I literally wrote 2 fics💀) Anyway, I hope y’all liked it!! I turned out completely different from what I intended to write but who cares🙏🏼🙏🏼
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I love your takes on nomae<33 Revelations was so good thank you for the food^^..
I wanted to know what do you think could have gone through noa's mind when mae killed trevathan? I remember we got a close up of his face on that scene but it was kind of dark to really see well (also i love how in the next scene when we see trevathan's corpse being pushed into the water it's noa's the one that's closer to the edge so.. he's the one that threw him lmaoo)
And the moment before all that happens is so cute because we have mae explaining how everything works to noa and his answer being an amazed "how do you know all this?" (she's constantly showing/teaching him a whole new world. how could he not be facisnated by her!!)(and!! Let's not forget that she's afraid/wary of how smart he is yet here she is explaining things to him and watching him catch quickly. the way they contradict themselves when it comes to each other *chefs kiss*).
P.S: Oh and:"He's gonna skin your monkey alive." Made me insane idk why.
The first thing we must consider is that Noa is not Caesar or any of the apes of the previous generation. He has had no contact with humans before, nor is he aware of the true battle between humans and apes until he leaves his village. Therefore, I don't think he fully understands the significance of Mae deciding to kill 'one of her own' as the apes from previous movies would have. I believe he is surprised that Mae can be so aggressive and lethal, but beyond that, it doesn't seem to matter much to him. I don't think he sees it as a betrayal of her species or something morally questionable in terms of being loyal to humans simply because he is not aware of those dynamics.
In fact, I think what you mention later explains quite well what I have previously said: Noa is not aware of everything that happens until Mae tells him how things have been and opens a new door to understanding the world around him. He is completely unaware of this; in fact, he has never even heard of Caesar. Noa, for me (and I have mentioned this several times), is the perfect example of a classical hero whom circumstances lead to leave his home and everything he know to fully immerse himself in that reality about the world he has been unaware of, which is essential for him to grow and mature.
#kingdom of the planet of the apes#planet of the apes#kotpota mae#kotpota noa#nomae#mae x noa#noa x mae#kotpota#mae#noa
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NAME : karasuno team , haikyuu!!
SONG : old love , yuji + putri dahlia
SUMMARY : the second years have been complaining about finding suitable jobs for themselves. so ukai says that everyone can take turns working at his store for experience in a retail job. who knew that someone would be coming daily? wc : 1.8k
y/n slipped her shoes on, putting their hat on their hat just above her eyebrows as she zipped up her jacket.
“can you get me that one ice cream!”
her brother yelled from his room, popping his head from his door to look at the girl who was about to leave the house.
“don’t get your brother that ice cream! eating ice cream this late will get you sick!”
“ma please!”
y/n left the house, shutting the door behind her as the last thing she heard was her brother pleading their mother for ice cream.
y/n originally was gonna go buy food from the convenience store a few streets down, but she took a small shortcut to it, finding a new convenience store she’s never seen before.
‘ohh maybe i should start going here..’
y/n thought in her head, walking inside the store as she looked at the cashier. he looked about her age, orange hair, doing his homework at the counter, there was also another one, a blonde wearing glasses while he pointed at the paper.
the orange haired boy looked up, hearing the door open and stood up from his chair and greeted the girl. the blonde boy just looked up, nodding his head at her.
“hello!”
“hi..”
y/n smiled at the boy, then put her head down, turning to look around the store to see if there’s that one ice cream her brother liked.
she lifted her hat up a little bit to gather food, holding it in her hands. she got an instant bowl of ramen, onigiri, ice cream for her and her brother and two drinks.
y/n went up to the counter, the boy was doing his homework while the blondie was stood up, pushing the smaller boy away from the front of the register.
“is that all for today?”
“yeah. thank you.”
y/n thanked, nodding her head as she opened her hand bag, trying to find her wallet. the blonde boy looked up at the girl’s hat, admiring her white hat, it was a brand he liked.
“nice hat.”
“thanks- how much?”
“2,910 yen.”
y/n handed him three thousand yen bills and waited for her change, her eyes trailing down to the smaller boy and his worksheet.
“the answer’s 7.”
she said, looking up at his face as he stared up at her in amazement.
“sorry-”
“really?! ha! she figured it out before you, stingyshima!”
“hah? what did you call me?”
“stingyshima! sorry, can you explain it to me?”
y/n blinked as the orange haired boy looked at the girl as the blonde haired boy glared at the small one, then started to bag her food.
"oh, sure. so-"
y/n explained it to him, the cashier placed her bag of food on the counter infront of her, looking between the two as he also started listening, understanding the problem.
"wahh! you're so smart! i'm shoyo hinata!"
"i'm y/n l/n, you are?"
y/n looked up at the other boy, who grumbled then introduced himself.
"kei tsukishima."
"it's nice to meet you-"
a buzzing was heard in y/n's pocket, y/n took it out, placing it against her ear.
"moshi moshi? sorry, it was really nice to meet you!"
y/n greeted the person in her phone, grabbing the bag and waving to tsukishima and hinata as hinata waved back excited, while tsukishima nodded at her. she exited the store, disappearing out of their sight.
"yeah, i'm coming. no i went to another store-"
-
the next day, it was practice, so the boys started changing in the club room, hinata was struggling to take his shirt off, tsukishima making fun of him as he laughed at pointed.
“hey hey! tsukishima, hinata, how was work?”
tanaka exclaimed, an arm over both of their shoulders once hinata finally took his shirt off.
“easy.”
“so good! we also saw this pretty girl- so pretty- hurts my soul.”
“well, there’s no one prettier than our goddess, kiyoko!”
“no dude..”
hinata said, then leaning in.
“she’s on par with kiyoko.. so pretty, i’m not joking!”
tanaka raised his eyebrow dramatically, tsukishima shrugging his arm off his shoulder and putting his shirt on. tanaka whipped his head to tsukishima.
“was the girl you saw… pretty?”
tanaka paused for a second, leaning into tsukishima closer so tsukishima got frightened, taking a step back.
“i don’t know?”
“ugh! you were probably going crazy, hinata!”
“what’s going on?”
nishinoya said, walking into the club room being a little late.
“can you believe that hinata thinks he saw a girl prettier than kiyoko?”
“what?!”
nishinoya exclaimed, dropping his bag and chasing hinata around the room until daichi grabbed them by the collars and forced them to run laps.
-
“no! bakayama- she was sooo pretty! tell me if you see her!”
hinata whined, standing infront of the counter which kageyama was behind. kageyama’s arms were crossed and hinata’s hand were on his hips.
“no.”
“whyyy?”
hinata glared, tsukishima walked up behind him after getting food from the store with yamaguchi, then hitting hinata on the back of the head then.
“ow!”
“let’s go, pipsqueak.”
that night, kageyama and sugawara were working together. coach ukai thought that kageyama would scare customers off, so sugawara could be a face that people could rely on.
“let’s work hard, kageyama!”
sugawara said determined, his fists in the air clenched in determination while kageyama matched him.
“hai.”
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“get me this again?”
y/n’s brother asked, his hands clasped together as y/n narrowed her eyes at her brother.
“get it yourself.”
“nooo! come on, y/n!”
“you go!”
y/n turned around, starting to walk back to here room, then her brother called out in hurry,
“i’ll give you money-“
suddenly, y/n was infront if her brother, hand stretched out waiting.
-
y/n entered the shop, seeing only one person at the counter, a black haired boy who nodded his head at her.
‘like tsukishima?’
y/n thought, then turning to find the onigiri.
for some reason, they had moved it to the top shelf when literally yesterday night it was at the midsection. y/n grimaced, stretching her arm up to try a grab a hold of the onigiri. on her tippy toes, she reached high as she held the shelf near her head for balance.
‘who the hell put it so high-?’
then, a hand went up, grabbing the onigiri and being held infront of her. y/n went flat on her feet, following the arm to the person right behind her.
“is this the one you wanted?”
he asked politely, y/n blinked, then grabbing the onigiri out of his hands.
“oh yeah, thank you..”
‘is this the pretty girl hinata was talking about? she is pretty..’
the grey haired boy thought, smiling at y/n.
-
“she was wearing a black hoodie, a white hat- wait what’s the name.. tsukishima! what was the brand?!”
“(insert random brand).”
“yeah! and she had h/c coloured hair. so pretty!”
“shut up about that girl!”
“why are you so rude, bakayama!?”
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"is there anything else you need help with?"
the grey haired boy asked, gesturing to the top shelves that y/n couldn't reach. y/n nervously smiled, covering her mouth in embarrassment.
"could you also, get the one next to it?"
y/n pointed up as the boy looked up, picking it and holding it for the girl.
"i'll bring these to the front counter."
he smiled, bowed and walked away as y/n quickly followed, placing her things down on the counter infront of the two boys.
"you scan everything and tell her the price after, kageyama."
the grey haired one muttered to the boy as 'kageyama' nodded quickly, sliding them to the other as he bagged everything. y/n didn't hear, looking around the store to avoid awkwardly stnaidng there and waiting.
"that'll be- 1,922 yen."
kageyama said stiffly, but y/n just nodded, picking money out of her wallet.
"see! you're a natural."
the grey haired boy whispered to kageyama, bumping his shoulder as kageyama was surprised, holding his shoulder as the other slid the bag infront of the girl as she handed kageyama two thousand yen bills.
y/n waited for a change, even though it only took a few seconds, y/n could swear she saw the black haired kid before, something was familiar about him.
"thank you."
y/n thanked, bowing and grabbing the bag and leaving the store.
"success!"
sugawara cheered, his hands in the air as kageyama nodded, lifting his arm slightly up to his chest.
-
"so, so?! did you see her!?"
hinata exclaimed, jumping and his hands smacking down on kageyama's shoulders as tsukishima, yamaguchi, sugawara, tanaka walked into the gym, waiting for the rest of the team.
"ow! boke- hinata!"
"the h/c haired girl?"
sugawara questioned, bouncing a ball on the floor to warm up,
"yeah!"
"oh, yeah we did. you're right, she was pretty cute."
"see tanaka-senpai!?"
hinata shouted, pointing at his upperclassmen, still a little petty about getting a beating from nishinoya and tanaka.
"until i see her with my own two eyes, kiyoko is my queen."
tanaka argued, pointing at hinata and then turning and launching a ball in hinata's direction as the orange haired boy yelped, dodging and running from tanaka.
"good thing it's your shift today, with noya."
sugawara said, catching the back of tanaka's collar to stop him as the shaved haired boy choked.
-
"and then suga said that hinata was right- and that she was cute! unbelievable!"
"what a traitor to our goddess kiyoko!"
the two were talking about the 'pretty girl' that sugawara and hinata kept talking about. the two kept talking, not hearing the front door open and two people came walking in.
"what are they on about?"
y/n's brother, tendou, asked, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets.
"how am i supposed to know? c'mon satori."
y/n tugged her brother towards the ice cream section, him following behind her.
"wait shit customers came in"
nishinoya said, looking at the two who disappeared from their sight behind the aisles of food.
"shut up and act professional."
"you act professional- and you shut up!"
the two teenage boys argued with each other, then a bit later, hearing stuff being dumped on the counter, looking at the noise and seeing two people, a red haired boy and h/c coloured hair girl.
"hey, don't dump them on the counter.."
y/n murmured, hitting tendou on the arm as he winced, rubbing his arm.
"ow, that hurt y/n.."
"no way it did."
y/n and tendou conversed as tanaka and nishinoya started scanning the items, looking up a few times and then making eye contact with each other.
'shit, is that her?'
'they were right, she's so pretty..'
'are them two dating?'
they both thought as the same time as tanaka handed them their bag.
"4,958 yen- please.."
y/n turned her head towards tendou, as he looked back at her.
"pay asshole."
"i'm so nice to you and this is what i get?"
tendou rolled his eyes, placing money down on the counter.
"thank you- let's go."
"the change bro"
tendou left the store, bag in hand as y/n waited for the change. tanaka dropped the change into her hand, and then y/n smiled, bowing.
"thank you so much."
y/n turned, leaving the store and yelling at tendou. while tanaka and nishinoya turned to each other. nishinoya nearly silently said,
"shit, suga and shoyo were right.."
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#tsukishima kei#kageyama tobio#hinata shoyo#sugawara koshi#fem!reader#karasuno#hinata x reader#kageyama x reader#sugawara x reader#tsukishima x reader
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Don’t know if you do bsd but if you do!
Atsushi x fem reader !
Reader is ovulating and Atsushi instincts pick up on it. Reader somehow accidentally gotten herself in a situ where she’s straddling atsushis neck, and wearing a skirt no safety shorts 🤭. She tries to get off due to embarrassment but atsushi forces her to stay put. Saying he can smell her ovulating,,
Oh yeah Atsushi half tiger form + breeding kink.
A/N : YES I DO BSD !! I hope I wrote this somewhat correct, enjoy 💋 (Also first time writing Atsushi… went for a different approach maybe just slightly)
WORD COUNTER : 1352
CHARACTERS : Fem reader, Atsushi Nakajima.
CONTAINS : Breeding, Atsushi in half tiger form, Ovulating, face riding, Atsushi guiding reader, desperate Atsushi, Praising, Mating press, Claw marks, manhandling, not a lot of dialogue.
EDITOR : @swtichblde
Claws lightly touching your hips, leading you in a smooth pattern that evoked a primal bond between the two of you. You gripped the headboard tightly with your fingers, succumbing to the pleasure that the male underneath you provided.
Prior to the situation you were in, Atsushi's actions had you a bit confused and slightly suspicious of him. The different responses he showed during your conversations that normally, he would be happy to engage in, now seemed distant. The obvious signs of nerves appearing on his red face and twitching nose suggested something had changed between you two.
The mystery of his responses remained, intriguing you, but leaving you oblivious to the reality hidden underneath. Your enticing scent in the office silently called to him. Edging him into a corner, tempting him to give in to his instinctual desires. Holding back from ruining the relationship he had built with you as your body began to ovulate.
"You taste amazing. Fuck." The flashback unfolding in your mind assisting you to piece together what happened leading up to this moment was interrupted by Atsushi's voice, snapping you back to reality.
You moaned in pleasure as you felt his warm breath against your heat. Your skirt successfully shielded his view of your face, for which you were grateful. At least he could not witness your embarrassing expressions now. In addition, you were relieved that you had not worn anything that could have spoiled the moment. Thanking yourself mentally.
You noticed his breath quickening while he picked you up and repositioned you further on his face, making your cunt push against his mouth once again. He was excited by the view of your wet, unclothed arousal.
His words caused your cheeks to turn a deeper red as your embarrassment remained. The realization of what Atsushi was doing beneath you caused your hips to lift off his face. He was eating you out like it was his first meal in months, starving for your release. Your hips grinded against his face slightly as you listened to the white haired boy let out a whine, his claws digging further into your hips, daring to draw blood with any more pressure.
"Where are you going? No going shy on me now." His voice was hoarse, almost pleading for you to shift your body weight back onto his face.
Atsushi's grasp pushed you downwards onto his tongue, his mouth surrounding your sensitive bud. The unexpected feeling caused you to cry out and groan involuntarily, your head dropping onto the headboard. Your back arched, allowing the man beneath you to fix his mouth's position.
Atsushi's humming sensation thrilled your body, making your mind fog. Your legs tremble and your thighs subconsciously tightened around his head, signaling him to not move. You feel speechless. A silent gasp was all that escaped through your lips as the knot in your stomach expanded. Your vision became a blur as you orgasmed, letting go into his mouth.
Atsushi eagerly slurped up every drop of your wetness with his tongue, making sure nothing was wasted. Your taste and fragrance excited him so much that he was almost brought to the brink of his own orgasm in his underwear.
Atsushi used all his strength to lift you from his face, your trembling limp body tossed around as you fell onto your back. The male planted gentle kisses on your damp forehead trailing down your body, his sharp fangs sucking and leaving marks in your skin. His hips are holding your legs apart while he presses his clothed erection against your bare heat.
“I could smell you all day. It’s driving me crazy.” Atsushi slurred with excitement as he felt pleasure from the light friction of his hips against your wetness, enjoying the feeling of his pants becoming moist from the combination of his saliva and your cum.
He was aroused at the thought of getting you pregnant, eager to satisfy what your body has been begging him to do all day: fill you with his children. You did not refuse him, nodding your head eagerly. You anticipated his entry, desiring to feel him deep inside. The warmth of both of your fluids blending together, his cum gradually leaking out of you in the end.
Atsushi gave you one small kiss on your lips before backing away from you, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them, along with his underwear that were basically soaked at this point, off of his legs. Making his way back to you, he grabbed your weak legs and bent them towards your chest, holding them down with his body as he finally slipped inside.
Groaning with delight as his tip penetrates your wet, aching hole, every nerve in your body shivered, a fucked-out expression painted on your face. The feeling is intense, a mix of sensations that make you struggle for air. Your hands clutch his shoulders, fingers pressing into his skin, your nails creating faint marks against his back.
The grunt Atsushi let out fueled your body, your hips meeting his in a slight roll. His arms slithered around your back tightly and feeling his warm breath against your neck causes shivers to run down your spine. Atsushi took a deep breath, your strong scent made him feel intoxicated, urging him to just start pounding into you but he held back to keep you from getting hurt.
“You feel so good around me, so perfect.” He finally filled you up, slowly starting to move while watching as you struggled with the tight mating press he had you in.
You desperately wanted to roll your hips without getting all cramped up within your legs and hips, but to no avail. He watched you with a pout, pulling out until his tip was about to slip before thrusting inside you.
Atsushi was not that big, but he had girth. He pushed your walls in a way that had you screaming with all his rough thrusts. He felt everything, and it was as amazing as he had imagined. Every time he pushed in deeply, you gripped him tightly as if you were meant solely for each other.
Your body was intended for his gaze. The way your breasts swayed with each forceful push from him, the sweat beading on your skin, and the pleasant fragrance emanating from you. Only he was able to witness this. You occupied his mind in ways that were unprecedented by anyone else.
He felt himself grow close and he could feel you were close too, noticing your increasingly loud drawn out moans and carefully observing your reactions to his movements, hoping for a repeat of this in the future. He cherished you and desired to make you his permanently.
The last push was forceful, pinning you down as he ejaculated inside of you. A trembling moan escaped him as he felt you tightening around his length. Your orgasm washed over you as soon as you felt him breed you, letting out a gasp, you threw your head back against your pillow.
Atsushi thrusted inside once more, watching as your mixed fluids emptied around him. Pulling out softly with a stutter of his hips, he whimpered from slight overstimulation. His thumb gently pushed his cum back inside, watching your filled heat pulsate.
He came back up to where you laid, your breath heavy after his frantic actions. He softly placed a kiss on your lips, feeling as you kissed him back. His heart filled with happiness, this all felt good.
“Sorry if I went hard on you. I love you. Let me run a bath and clean you off.” Atsushi whispered in your ear, planting kisses everywhere.
“I love you more.” You grinned, leaning into every kiss he placed, softly nodding your head at his bath proposal.
#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs smut#bsd smut#bsd#atsushi nakajima#atsushi smut#atsushi nakajima smut#nakajima smut#atsushi x reader smut#atsushi x reader#atsushi nakajima x reader#atsushi nakajima x reader smut#atsushi nakajima bsd#bsd fic
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Only Boo! EP 7 Unhinged Tangant Thoughts
I'm BACK! with this week ep of Only Boo! i didn't write anything last week because i wasn't feeling cute, but now i'm back to my adrob self so let's fucking go!!
tldr for my last week ep thoughts : these boys are too dumb and too gay to get aways with anything.
Oh no a public proposal. thanks god it's just a dream cause like, Moo did you learned nothing about what Kang likes? btw i'm not a person who like big public display of affection, so satan if you're listening plz marcy kill me if this happened to me.
This boy is too gay to function.
Ok, all the boys in this show are too gays to function in society.
These knuckleheads. i understand that they're both angry for valid reasons but like stop being so self absorb for a bit and asks payos how he's feelling for a change.
Good on you Kang for being direct and honest. i'm totally not jelly of you at all for having two manic pixie dream boys fell head over heels for you. *sobs in single*
Hunny, you don't need radar to detect this shit you just need an eyes.
WHAT DID I TELL YOU! good dicks come to you naturally. and lo behold. Payos babe, the universe is telling you something here.
*dying from them cheeks*
Moo i know you loves Kai palo but you need to change it up sometime. Thai food has so much to offer especially in khao kaeng shop.
Potae, you came through this time so i give you a pass. but this boy deserves better than what you're offering him right now.
Oh my god indeed. แกง มึงก็ร้ายเหมือนกันนะ.
DRWAAMAA!!
I could and had finished what these two are eating all by my self.... Waahhh I'm a pig! Wuahhh! anyways i'm honkgry for hotpot now and food are amazing who give a shit about being a skinny BL boy.
Carrot the gayest vegetable second only to eggplant.
Owww! my beautiful baby, don't cry. You will fall in love with a handsome business man who also happened to be your long lost childhood bestfriend soon. just keep you chin up baby.
opkdgogkrkgkkgkrkegokslfpdsp!
*continuing to giggle uncontrollably like a madman*
I will not feel bad for this boy I will not feel bad for this boy I will not feel bad for this bo... Fuck!
YAY! Gay Magic!
Heheheheee that was the cutest shit i ever witnessed i legitimately gone complate gagabanana over that scene at the pier my heart is so full right now. i think i don't mind much about the fake out kiss at the end cuz both the actors are very young and very news. they also been giving their all in other aspects. for the side couple, Potea and me are still on thin ice but we'll see what happened after Payos confessed maybe they will finally win me over.
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Hi! Your work is just amazing and for at least a year now I've been trying to find a fic but I can't see to find it... it was a human AU in wich Aziraphale was the child of someone that had a huge mining compagny and Crowley had an accident, he lost an eye,Aziraphale felt so much guilt he left and they find each other back again years after
If it can help I also remember that Aziraphale had HIV but was taking medication for it
Oh and Crowley wanted to be a pilot but couldn't because of his injury
Thank you so much for your amazing work!
Hello! Yes, it's this one:
The False and the Fair by Princip1914 [E]
Growing up in the shadow of West Virginia’s Eden Mountain, Aziraphale Wright always expected to work for the family coal mining company. Anthony Crowley, the son of a down-and-out miner, was going to become a pilot and leave town forever. Now, thirty years later, neither of their lives have gone as planned, and an unexpected inheritance brings them back into one another’s orbit. Aziraphale hopes that they can move beyond their shared past, and a high school arrangement that ended in disaster, but he has secrets of his own that threaten their fragile reconnection…
~Mod N
#good omens#ineffable husbands#human au#angst#hiv#happy ending#slow burn#genderqueer crowley#mod n#adult omens#long fic
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Life upgrade
Hi, I am Earl Montgomery. I am 34 year old gay man. I studied history and enhlish literature at Columbia and then I became a teacher. I have been working as a teacher since than and I have to say that being a teacher is one of the most honorable proffesions there are. You get to educate all the young minds and set them on a right path in life. If only they would listen to me during classes. Maybe my life wouldn't be so boring. The job takes all my energy. I never believed that so many teachers get burnt out, but man. Once you see that your job affects only few of those kids and the rest just doesn't care, you contemplate back on your life. What could I have done different? I could have had a happy, adventurous life full of fun and sex. Oh how I miss the sex.
Oh sorry, my bad. You thought the guy wearing sports clothes is me? Oh no no no. This is me actually
That guy is Barry. The gym teacher. He's the same age as me. But his life is much better. He works as a gym teacher, coach and in his free time he is a personal trainer in gym. He gets to coach all the hot bodybuilders and sometimes women, that lust over him a later on sleep with him.
I onced tried to hit on him, thinking he might be bisexual, but ended up being ignored for the rest of the school year. He started talking to me again recently and that's fine. If there is no drama it's all good. Besides. He has his own life full of sport and travelling around the world, fucking everything that moves. And I have my own life. My slightly boring and depresive life.
Who am I kidding? I hate my life. I wish I were Barry. To have his hot body, his libido, his life full of travellling and fucking everyone.
Suddenly it was so bright all around me. I was in a garage. Running. I stopped. Where am I? Why am I running? How did I get here?
I looked around but the place was empty. Then I looked down and saw the grey clothes for sport that Barry has. "This can't be". I walked over to the nearest car and saw Barry. No, I saw my reflection.
"Well well well. Can't ignore me now, huh?" I flexed my biceps over the shirt. So freaking hot. He is so buff. Must be amazing to be so strong and have strong muscles like this. His skin is so tense and beautiful. I gotta go somewhere more private to look what he's hiding under this. Don't know how this freaky friday will last.
Vibration in my pocket. Some girls want to have a private class with me in the gym. But the emojis don't seem like they want to take the training very seriously. Might be fun.
"Flex for the camera. Perfect!"
"Omg Barry, you're really hot. How did you get so big?"
"You think this is big... you haven't seen all of me yet. Haha" Where the hell was this coming from? Why did I say that?
"Really? We were actually thinking you coul help us stretch some time and show us how to do this to not hurt ourselves."
"I can stretch you both now in the showers, babes" Whyyy am I saying this. I'm not straight for fucks sake. Oh no. I'm not, but Barry is. I need to get back. I can't be straight.
1 hour later
"Thanks Barry. What a great personal class. Haha. Same time next week?" the taller oned asked while walking away from the gym
"You bet!" the sex was really good I have to admit that. But only this body craves it. Not me. I am gay, I don't want to watch pussy all day.
Phone vibrated again
Holy shit, A message from my number:"Hey, I don't know what you did to me, but I just jerked off for the third time thinking about my own body and I can't keep doing this... I want to swa... SUUCK your dick"
Oh maan, he has the same problem as I do. His body responds to what the person craved before, bout our minds didn't change our sexual orientation it seems.
"Came to your body's place in 30 minutes. Bring lube. Don't be late" I texted. I love this confidence the body is so full off.
And I bet I am gonna love the fact that my old body is gonna suck my dick very soon.
Haha. Gotta thank the istock photos for the inspiration
Story from inbox: Would you be able to do a story where a nerdy teacher swaps bodies with the hunky football coach. Maybe even cucking him?
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Drink, Get Drunk, and Drown (Victor)
My translation of Victor's story from the drunk collection event:
Victor: And that means...
Victor: It's time for the "Appreciate Kate for always being so hardworking!" meeting!
A rose emerged from the magician's wand that Victor held in one hand.
Victor: As thanks for always being so diligent in your role as Fairytale Keeper, I've prepared some delicious wine.
Victor: And it's not much, but I've also made some snacks to enjoy with the wine.
Kate: Wow! Everything looks amazing!
Victor's handmade snacks were piled on the table, every last one of them looking delectable.
Victor: It's a reward specifically for you, so make sure to keep this a secret from everyone else.
Kate: Hehe... Sure, got it.
Victor: And with that out of the way, cheers!
As I partook in the wine, Victor brought over some crackers with various toppings.
Victor: Try some of these, if you'd like.
Kate: ! They're good!
Victor: I'm happy you like them.
(Victor really can do anything.)
His work as the queen's aide must be demanding beyond anything I could imagine, way beyond what any normal person could handle.
And he supports everyone in Crown, and on top of that he can cook and sew...
(Now that I think about it, this is probably what people mean when they talk about "the perfect person".)
His form as he drank wine, with his hair tucked behind an ear, seemed like something out of a portrait.
Victor: Ah, that's right. How was yesterday's work?
Kate: Oh, that was--
As Victor listened patiently, I told him all sorts of stories, but...
(...Huh?)
Victor's cheeks were flushed ever so slightly red.
Victor: What's the matter?
(I was so caught up in conversation that I didn't notice, but...)
I lifted the bottle of wine, and discovered its contents were empty.
Kate: It's all gone?
Victor: Although I prepared it for you to drink... your conversation was so enthralling that I didn't notice how much I was drinking.
Kate: I don't mind, but are you okay?
Victor: Hmm?
Smoothly, his fingertips stroked across the back of my hand. My hand swayed, causing the wine glass to shake.
In the blink of an eye, Victor was now sitting right next to me.
Victor: Your hands are small.
(He'd never approach me like this normally, is it because he's drunk?)
I was approaching tipsiness myself. And the happiness I felt that Victor was getting close to me like this added to the fuzziness of my thoughts.
Kate: Hehe, that tickles.
His fingers tickled as they continued playing with the back of my hand. When I lifted my gaze to meet his, I didn't want to look away again.
The faint blush across his handsome face, and the mole right on his lips, everything added to his attractiveness.
My tongue was tied because of how seductive he looked. And the way his fingers tapped on my thighs was another provocation.
Victor: ...May I rest my head here?
(He really is drunk after all, I think...?)
Awkwardly, I nodded. Beaming, Victor lay down with his head on my thighs, gazing up at me.
Victor: We've done this before, haven't we?
Kate: ...We have.
(But, this is completely different.)
Victor: Ever since then, I've always thought about maybe doing it again, from time to time.
He closed his eyes as I gently combed my fingers through his hair, his face relaxing.
Kate: ...Just like you've always watched over me as I worked hard, I've been watching you too. I've always been watching.
Kate: I used to be so afraid of this place. And now it's somewhere I can feel at peace, all because of you, Victor.
Kate: So, you don't have to work hard in front of me. I want you to be your true self.
Looking like he had something he wanted to say, Victor sat up. He gently stroked my cheek.
In his eyes, I saw a wave of sorrow--
And before I could react, he had wrapped his arms around me.
Kate: Victor...?
As I sat there frozen, unable to concentrate on anything except the way my heart pounded in my ears, Victor lay down on the couch, still holding me in his arms.
Kate: Um, Vic-
Victor: ...Just a little while.
Victor: Let me stay like this, just for a little while longer.
There was loneliness in the way his arms tightened around me. When I realized that, I let myself settle into his arms.
(Someday, if Victor asked me...)
(No. I want to be someone he can depend on.)
With that thought in mind, I surrendered to the sleepiness that had crept up on me.
...
When I next opened my eyes, I was in my bed.
(When did I go back?)
That was when I realized that I was wrapped up in a coat.
(This is Victor's.)
The scent of alcohol mixed with the lingering scent of a quiet late night.
(It's like I'm being hugged...)
Recalling what had happened just before I fell asleep, I pulled the coat tigher around myself.
(I should go give this back to him.)
Trying to flee from the heat that would not dissipate, I stood.
...
Roger: Is that Victor's coat?
As I was on my way to Victor's office, Roger called out to me.
Kate: Yes. We were drinking together yesterday, but I fell asleep. I guess he let me use it as a blanket.
Roger: Ah, yeah. He never gets drunk, you know?
Kate: What?
The words stopped me in my tracks.
Roger: Victor's probably got the highest alcohol tolerance among everyone in Crown.
Roger: He can down bottle after bottle without getting affected at all. Makes you wonder if he's even human, sometimes.
Victor: Oh my, if it isn't Roger and Kate.
Victor's sudden call from behind me made me jump in surprise.
Victor: You two looked like you were having fun. What were you talking about?
Roger: It's a secret just between the little lady and me.
Roger gave me a smile full of insinuation as he walked off.
I was left alone with Victor, clutching his jacket and looking up at him.
Victor: ...Kate?
Childlike innocence was written on his expression, with no trace of the Victor that I saw yesterday.
Kate: I, um... Uh...
(Is this an act? Or...)
In the face of my uncertainty, Victor only smiled gently.
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How the chainsaw man girls handle jealousy
A/n:I usually don't write for the csm 2 girls but let me know if you want me to and I'll add them to the masterlist (mainly cause I really like fami)
Makima
Thanks to you, makima, now could finally feel true emotions. You made her feel the happiness of being truly loved, the sadness of being without you, anger when a devil had the gall to hurt you, and the worry of when you came injured from a mission and so on..
She felt another one of those emotions when she saw you talking to another girl at the public safety headquarters, a particularly flirty one who apparently didn't know you were dating her boss.
Ah this must be jealousy.
She wasn't that bothered by it. She knows she can trust that you'll never leave her. However, the moment she starts touching you even after you clearly rejected her and is making you feel uncomfortable, that girl is dead.
She might have better morals after meeting you but she's not above killing who she deems as human scum.
But if things don't reach that stage, the girl might just be assigned a particularly difficult mission as her next
"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend,"
"Who cares? It's not like she's gonna know anyway"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to y/n"
"Ah! M-miss makima!"
"Oh sure babe"
"B-babe? You mean she's your girlfriend"
"Exactly, and now that you know I suggest not looking forward to your next mission"
Power
The moment she sees you talking to another girl, she gets mad, she assumes you're cheating on her cause she doesn't have that much of an understanding of relationships.
In her eyes, you don't need anyone else when she's clearly the best option.
She's also really angry towards the girl. How dare she try to steal what's hers? Even though she wasn't flirting with you
"Hey! Y/n! What are you doing talking to this human"
"Oh power, don't worry she was just asking me directions"
"Like I believe that! You better go away this very moment I'll kill you!"
"Power be nice"
"Only if you stop talking to this bitch"
"*sigh* I'm so sorry"
Himeno
How she reacts depends on how drunk she is.
She gets really clingy when she is drunk, so she'll hug you from behind and lazily try to pull you away from the girl you were talking to while mumbling some incoherent words and that's usually your sign to take her home.
She's really not that jealous when sober, even when a girl flirts, she doesn't get mad, she understands her,after all if she didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have gotten with her amazing partner.
"Hey, you having fun without me over here?
"Oh sorry hime,I was just about to tell her I have a girlfriend"
"Oh you do? Sorry I had no idea"
"It's fine. I get it they're so stunning anyone would try to get with them"
"Did you just use the fact that a girl was flirting with me as a way to flirt with me?
"Guess so, I guess complimenting you is just second nature to me"
Kobeni higashiyama
This poor nervous wreck of a girl.
Whenever she sees you talking to another girl, she kinda gets anxious and starts comparing herself to that girl. Imagine how it is when a girl actually flirts with you
She starts overthinking and sweating,thoughts that you're gonna leave her for the other girl and how she's a bad girlfriend her fill her head.
She'd rather self combust than try to confront the girl with you around so she'll just continue wallowing in self-pity until you finish.
She needs a lot of hugs and reassurances later to calm down
"Hey, are you OK, kobeni? You were sweating and shaking"
"O-oh n-o i'm ok, what about t-that girl you were talking to?"
"I told her I had a girlfriend and she left, don't worry,more importantly, let's continue out date"
"R-really?"
"Of course you're my girlfriend right? I'd much rather hang out with you than some random girl"
"Uhm t-thank you"
Asa mitaka
She is also kind of anxious and worried just way less than kobeni.
She feels kind of like a bad and boring girlfriend often, and that feeling skyrockets when a girl flits with you.
She trusts you, but seeing you so close to that girl while she blatantly flirts, you just makes her feel kinda angry at her, and yoru definitely tries to take advantage of that.
"Come on don't you wanna get rid of that anyway"
"Not in that way yoru!"
"Just turn her into a weapon, that way I get a new one to fight chainsaw man, and you get to take care of that bitch"
"I'm not gonna do that"
"Geez you really are a bad girlfriend then"
"I'M NOT A BAD GIRLFRIEND"
"........"
"D-did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah but don't worry at least it was the truth"
Yoru
You and yoru begged asa to let her take control of her body for just an entire date. After a lot of hesitancy, she accepted but made yoru promise not to kill anyone........ You should probably think twice before trusting the war devil
The moment she saw another girl even look at you with a flirty gaze, immediately she turned her into a weapon without any hesitation.
You weren't that shocked, dating yoru does come with a very high chance of her trying to murder people she even thinks are trying to steal you, you were kinda mad at her for what she promised asa though.
"*sighs* why did you do that?"
"You're mine she was trying to take you from me. I could feel it"
"And how are you gonna explain it to asa?"
"Well it's not my problem"
"What?"
Then she feel unconscious the scars from her face disappeared and asa woke up looked at the weapon in her hand and then at you
"I'm so sorry asa I swear I can explain"
Fami
She was just coming back to your table with your fast food orders (she got way too much food for herself). When she saw you talking to a girl, she didn't recognize
She didn't think much about it maybe you were just talking to a friend. So she ignored the kinda weird feeling in her chest by doing her favorite thing (tied with spending time with you) eating.
The girl, meanwhile, was very freaked out that a random girl was staring at her with a cold glare and ringed eyes so she left allowing you to go back to your girlfriend.
"Hey fami, sorry if It took me long"
"It's fine, who was that girl you were with?
"I don't know she just came up to me and started flirting"
"I see"
"Why? Are you jealous"
"No I am not"
"Alright whatever you say, you did eat faster than usual though and that's saying something"
"*sighs* Humans are truly weird creatures"
#chainsaw man x reader#chainsaw man#x reader#chainsaw man 2#chainsaw man 2 x reader#makima x reader#power x reader#himeno x reader#kobeni x reader#asa mitaka x reader#yoru x reader#fami x reader#makima#power#himeno chainsaw man#kobeni#asa mitaka#yoru csm#yoru chainsawman#himeno csm#fami chainsaw man#fami csm#gn reader
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"Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, c'mon!!"
She grabbed his hand excitedly and, dazed but delighted, Sebastian allowed himself to be led away.
All of sudden it seemed to him that the light had been turned back on in his life and its name was Lily.
(excerpt from 'A Dream I Once Had')
When I finished this story so many things in my life fell into place. Seb & Lily's tale came full circle and I finally knew what, how and why I needed to write. I experienced both joy and tears over these 8000 words and that's just how I felt when I received this beautiful picture from one of my favourite artists @mkunart (go to her blog and give her all the love because she is amazing!)
I tell no lie. I cried when I opened the email that contained this...
Because it so perfectly encapsulated the bittersweet innocence of Seb & Lily's childhood bond, the bond I'd struggled so hard to write, and it means so much to me I just don't know what to say because all the words are not enough.
I'm so lucky.
Thank you.
#stardew valley sebastian#sdv sebastian#stardew sebastian#stardew valley sebastian fanart#sdv sebastian fanart#stardew valley fanart#sdv fanart#stardew valley oc#sdv oc#seb & lily
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I just read 'a boy named heretic' and it was really great cuz I can see little zandik being obsessed of his favourite researchers. And Imagine after creating his segments, little segments being so obsessed with you that they start their days with reading your researchs or treating your researchs like a religious book maybe even the older segments still do that. they would have memorised everything by now and that would be so funny like little segments make a mistake when they are talking about your researchs and older ones go like 'no no it goes like this and this' I can definitely see that happening.
Thank you for reading my brainrot over your fic and even though i just discovered you I love your writing style and your art is amazing so thank you for blessing us
Thank you so much! I try to write fics and tropes because I also struggle with Harbinger brainrot. Sometimes I draw and sometimes I gotta write. So I hope I won't disappoint with this one (｡•́︿•̀｡)
✦ You learn that Dottore taught his little segment about your old research too
(tw: none, pure fluff)
In the days of old, a young boy named Zandik was infatuated by you.
You were there, in the photos of the Akademiya’s best, A brilliant alumna. Meanwhile, he was still a mere student, looking up at you with eager ruby eyes. The distance between you two, not just in seniority, but in intellect and knowledge looked like an insurmountable ocean for little Zandik.
He read all your published works, theses, or even miscellaneous essays. You were one of the few who dared to explore risque topics, often researching the fallen technology of your homeland, Khaenri’ah. Your works became his mantra, as the young trainee Dastur frequently stayed at night reading and memorizing your written words.
How he longed to stand by your side. To bask in the glow of your wisdom, and hopefully, one day stand beside you in these photos of The Akademiya’s best. The thought of being your equal on that wall is a fantasy that once consumed him during many sleepless nights.
But alas, his name was not in the records beside you. Instead, it was in the records of exiled students.
The expulsion was a bitter pill to swallow for Zandik, yet it became a blessing in disguise. It allowed him to break free from the constraints of the Akademiya and truly delve into the depths of his research; to walk where you walked. With this liberating and newfound freedom, The Fatui heightened his abilities. They provided him with the resources and tools, and in return, he shared the fruits of his labor with them. But the Fatui were not the focus of his pursuits - you were.
The little boy who once admired you from afar is no more. Now, a Fatui Harbinger stood before you, a man who has grown and shaped himself in your shadow. So here you were, in Dottore’s lab quietly musing. That was the story of your unceremonious reunion with The Doctor, whom you didn’t even know was after you. However, you didn’t mind it. You even met one of his many segments.
What you didn’t expect is… a little child in his lab.
A boy, looking awfully similar to little Zandik, no older than 8 years old. He gawked back at you, with his ruby-red eyes and you felt a sense of deja vu. You kneeled in front of him, catching a glimpse of a book in the child’s arms:
“Um, hello, little one. What is that book you’re reading?”
The child cast his gaze to the floor timidly, revealing the worn-out book he was concealing behind his back. He held it tightly with his little hands, speaking in a small but avid voice:
“It’s your work… Your name is right here!”
You blinked in surprise. It indeed had your name on it. The title was one of your research papers that you honestly forgot about. But what was even more surprising is why would an 8-year-old child read some old academic papers.
“Oh, it is? But isn’t it a little… boring or difficult for you to read?”
“No, I love it! I can even recite it if you want!”
When Prime Dottore entered and spotted you talking to the eager younger clone he smirked. It seems you finally met his youngest segment, and your bafflement was expected.
Dottore assured you that his segments, especially the younger Zandik, cannot contain their excitement at the mere mention of your name. They speak of you with a reverence that borders on idolatry, and they often ask Dottore about any copies of your published studies.
It seems even the segments have inherited his admiration for you.
And the youngest segment, the 8-year-old child? They are absolutely enamored with your work. Every day, they ask about you and patiently anticipate any new information about your next visit to the lab. They even have a small collection of your books on their shelf, reading them diligently and trying to understand the complexity of your ideas. It was a bewildering sight, but the youngest segment enjoyed your academic essays as his bedtime stories.
“Dottore, listen. Did you make this boy memorize my thesis instead of reading fairy tales or something? Isn’t this a little… complicated for a child?” - you asked, picking up the little segment into your arms.
“Nonsense my dear. Instead of fairy tales and nursery rhymes, a prodigy must start early by instilling a desire for knowledge. You can test it for yourself.” - Dottore explained, turning to the young child - “Recite the passage about energy infusion, paragraph 2.”
“Okay! Ahem… ‘In the realm of Khaenri'ahn technology, we find a profound example of the interconnectedness between opposites. The use of advanced energy systems combines the power of light and electricity and as according to the data numbers of…”
Oh boy. These are big words for an 8-year-old. You don’t even remember the exact words of your 400-year-old thesis; that thing is ancient! You didn’t have the heart to tell them both that this thesis was written during an all-nighter rush. You did not feel nostalgic remembering your stress over deadlines.
“Little one?” - You smiled at the boy in your arms and pointed at Dottore “Promise you won’t grow up like this big meanie here. He's annoying”
“Heehee, okay!” - The tiny Zandik gently hugged your neck. The clone's innocent presence contrasts starkly with Il Dottore's imposing frown. What you failed to notice, however, was the young segment sticking his tongue out at Dottore's jealousy while you hugged the child unawarely.
#genshin impact#gender neutral reader#dottore x reader#il dottore x reader#dottore x reader fluff#slight yandere#zandik#dottore#il dottore#genshin headcanons#genshin impact fatui#fatui harbingers#dottore segments#genshin x reader#genshin impact fanfics#pure fluff
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Or- another thought, Phantom trying out a grinder, one of those that are so soft that it's gentle on his sensitive cock, and if it has a vibrator with it you just know he's melting
I'll see myself out now
once again thanks to the man the myth the freak /lovingly legend @divine-misfortune for having a massive brain with ideas fhshhfhdhf
oh just imagine dhdhfhd Phantom sitting on it and slowly starting grind down. its amazing. with how soft the silicone is against their sensitive little cock, combined with how cool the lube is, its probably the only relief they've gotten all day. Phantom starts to think that they should book a check up with Aether or Omega about the pain but then they remember the remote control to turn on the vibration and the thought is quickly forgotten. all thoughts empty out of their head and all they can think about is how good they feel. they cant help the moans that escape their lips and honestly they dont care how loud they could be being right now. they can feel their clit throbbing as they grind it against the ridged surface of the toy. words start falling from their lips without them even realising it.
"please, Dew. please let me cum. ive been good just let me cum. Dew, please."
they repeat it like a mantra, speaking it out into their empty room as they get closer and closer to the edge. their body seizes up, hands gripping their bedsheets so hard their claws tear them, and they cum with Dew's name on their tongue. and now the sensations are too much. they scramble for the remote to turn the vibration off and flop onto their back, realising they had just begged Dew to cum when he wasnt even there... the realisation gives them an odd feeling. the shame they feel is overwhelming but they also cant deny that it doesnt turn them on juuuust a little bit for reasons they cant explain. something to think about later, they decide as they start to clean themself up
#phantom ghoul#cw forcemasc#i guess? i mean this one doesnt actually include any of it but its still part of the same idea fhshhfhd#anyway theres more to this one if anyone is interested teehee it gets weirder :3#also any inaccuracies are my own fault i am Very inexperienced with everything ever ghshbfhdbf
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posting my wips that I’ll probably never get around to writing to free myself of them part 1
untitled high school musical (not the movie) au
“I got it! I got it!”
Eddie turns his head to see Dustin bounding into the black box, a delirious smile on his face. He skids to a stop right in front of the table, chest heaving as he rests his hands on his knees.
“I got it,” he wheezes. “I got…I got it.”
Crossing toward Dustin, Eddie grins as he crouches down to look up at him.
“Breathe, dickhead. You got what? The clap? Heard that’s making the rounds.”
Dustin snorts, coughing out a laugh.
“No, asshole,” he says. “I got the part. I’m Seymour.”
Eddie stands to hook an arm around Dustin’s neck, tugging him into his side as he pulls the brim of his cap over his eyes. Dustin cackles wildly.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” Eddie beams, holding Dustin in a headlock while he tries to wriggle free. “That’s fucking amazing, man.”
Dustin’s hat falls to the floor as he manages to slip out of Eddie’s grip. He shoots him another toothy smile before pulling him into a hug.
“Congrats, kid,” Eddie says as he claps him on the back. “And you thought you bombed that audition.”
“Shit, I really did,” Dustin says, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe it. Freshmen never get cast in lead roles.”
A familiar voice comes from the other side of the room.
“They do if they’re right for the part.”
Ms. Shapiro stands in the doorway leading into her office, leaning against the doorframe. A willowy woman fond of flowy scarves and big banana clips, she’s hard to miss.
She peers at Eddie through her green-rimmed glasses as he stares down at his feet, silently hoping that she hasn’t graded his tech theatre exam yet.
The look that she’s giving him tells him that she probably has.
“Thank you so much, Ms. Shapiro,” Dustin grins. “This is, like, a dream role for me. Oh, man. I just…you have no idea.”
“Don’t thank me,” Ms. Shapiro replies with a soft smile. “You gave a great audition. We’re lucky to have you.”
Dustin grins even wider, still flushed and starry-eyed.
There’s a warm tug inside of Eddie’s chest. Precious little bastard. He’s not sure he’s ever seen him this happy, not even after winning a campaign.
“You can come by and pick up your script and libretto whenever you want,” Ms. Shapiro tells Dustin. “First rehearsal is Monday right after last period.”
Nodding, Dustin hoists his backpack onto his shoulder.
“I gotta go call Steve,” he says, turning to Eddie, “but then I’ll be right back to play.”
“Hey, no rush,” Eddie assures him with a lazy wave. “I’m still settin’ up. Go bask in it, Streisand.”
Eddie crosses his arms as he leans against the table, chuckling to himself as Dustin all but sprints out into the hallway.
He and Ms. Shapiro exchange glances.
Expecting her to disappear back into her office, Eddie goes back to busying himself with getting ready for that afternoon’s game. He dares a peek in her direction out of the corner of his eyes.
She’s still there. Just staring at him.
“Sorry for the, uh, noise,” Eddie says with a sheepish chuckle. “Kid just got excited. Dreams coming true and all that.”
Ms. Shapiro hums in agreement but stays right where she is.
“You won’t hear another peep out of me,” Eddie continues, pulling an invisible zipper across his lips. “I mean, uh, until everyone else gets here.”
“I was hoping to have a word with you, actually,” Ms. Shapiro says. “Got a minute?”
Panic crawls down the nape of Eddie’s neck.
“Uh, sure,” he answers, nothing in his head but Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck. “What’s up?”
Ms. Shapiro walks briefly back into her office to take something off of her desk before making her way over to Eddie. She pulls out a chair and takes a seat, placing a crumpled sheet of paper on the table in front of her.
“I have your last exam right here,” she says calmly, sliding it towards him. “I have to say I’m surprised that you even showed up to take it, considering that I’ve marked you absent for almost every class this year.”
Eddie’s heart drops into his stomach as he looks down at the exam, a big, fat 27 glaring up at him in red pen. He huffs a laugh, running a hand across the back of his neck.
“I really tanked that one, huh?”
Ms. Shapiro cuts her eyes in his direction.
“Yes. You did.”
She sighs, sitting back against her chair.
“Look, I know that my class is the last period of your day. You’re a senior. And it’s a class that you don’t really care about.”
Guilt sticks in Eddie’s gut like a knife.
“I never said that I don’t—“
“But unless you’d like to be a senior again,” Ms. Shapiro interrupts pointedly, “you have to pass.”
He’d been busting his ass cramming for O’Donnell’s exam that he completely forgot about Shapiro’s. Eddie had walked into her class that day without so much as a pencil.
Eddie’s shoulders slump as he flops into the chair across from her, his face buried into his hands.
“Yeah, I know,” he mumbles. “Fuck.”
Ms. Shapiro clears her throat.
“Sorry. Shit.”
“Listen, Eddie. I like you. You’re a bright kid and I don’t want to see you stuck here another year,” Ms. Shapiro starts. “But we just don’t have a lot of time left in the school year, so you don’t have very many opportunities left to make this up.”
She absentmindedly toys with one of the figurines on the table. Eddie clenches his jaw as he resists the urge to snatch it from her hand.
“That’s why I have another option for you,” Ms. Shapiro starts. “Something you can do to fix your grade.”
Eddie studies her closely, eyes narrowing. “Like…extra credit?”
“Sure.”
“What exactly are we taking about, here?”
“I only had three men show up to audition for Little Shop of Horrors,” she explains. “Three. The only one worth listening to was Dustin.”
Ms. Shapiro pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose before tenting her fingers in front of her.
“I had no choice but to cast the other two, but there are four male roles. I’m short one.”
They stare at each other. Eddie’s stomach drops.
“No. No. Nope, not me,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “You’ve got the wrong guy. There’s no way in hell I’m doing a musical. I don’t sing.”
“You’re in a band, right?”
“I play guitar!”
“Oh. Well, it’s really just talk-singing, anyway.”
“I don’t act!”
“Give me a break,” Ms. Shapiro laughs. “I hear you in here, Eddie.”
“This is dif—“
“This,” Ms. Shapiro cuts in, sweeping her hand over the table, “is acting. And you’re good at it.”
Eddie rakes an anxious hand through his hair.
“Ms. Shapiro, I will do anything,” Eddie pleads, “anything else. You don’t…you don’t want me in your show. Trust me. I’ll f—muck it up.”
“I doubt that.”
Groaning, Eddie runs a hand over his face.
“Please. Don’t make me do this.”
“I’m not,” Ms. Shapiro clarifies. “I’m simply giving you an option. It’s this—a guaranteed A in my class—or a failing grade.”
“Are you even allowed to do this? Is this illegal? It feels a little illegal.”
“Like you said, it’s just like extra credit. A lot of extra credit. I’m perfectly within my right to give my students opportunities to improve their grades.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. The last thing he wants is to rot in this pit-stained cesspool for another year because of his grade in an elective.
A fucking musical, though. A singing, dancing, jazz hands-ing onstage spectacle. What better way to draw the unwanted attention of a bunch of brain dead meatheads than to step into a literal spotlight and make an idiot out of himself?
“Ms. Shapiro—“
“Hang on a second,” she says, cutting Eddie off as she goes to stand.
Eddie watches as she rummages around on her desk for something before walking back over to the table. She holds out another sheet of paper, thankfully not a second failed exam.
“What’s this?”
“I thought you might like to look at the cast list before you make your decision,” Ms. Shapiro answers, an unsettlingly pleased smile on her face.
Cocking a brow, Eddie takes it from her.
“I don’t know who else I’d know besides Henderson, but o—“
Eddie chokes on a breath as he stares down at the list, an all too familiar name typed out right beneath Dustin’s. His pulse pounds at his temples, the paper shaking a bit in his hands as he reads it over and over again.
Chrissy Cunningham.
Looking up at Ms. Shapiro, Eddie opens his mouth but no words come out, his tongue like a wet piece of cardboard. He swallows hard.
“I was surprised to see her at auditions,” Ms. Shapiro says as she takes the cast list back from Eddie. “I knew she’d be perfect for Audrey the second she walked in, though.”
Eddie’s blood rushes in his ears, his brain a useless pile of goo. He suddenly finds himself looking down at a thick libretto with the name Orin Scrivello scribbled across the top in black sharpie.
“Totally up to you,” Ms. Shapiro chirps, offering him the book.
After a beat, he takes it from her. It’s like being handed a hammer so that he can pound the final nail into his own coffin.
God, he’s so fucked.
“When’d did you say the first rehearsal is?”
#hellcheer#cyraclove writes#writers on tumblr#fanfiction#stranger things#eddie munson#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#chrissy cunningham#little shop of horrors#I’ll never write this but it lives in my head
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